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Delait and Slenderman. They were playing spin the bottle with Ted, Noob, Ernest, and Jeff (everyone hoped Jeff wouldn't be chosen by the bottle). But then, on another spin, the bottle pointed to Delait and Slenderman. A long, heavy silence fell. The air filled with the scent of amazon and tiktok shop. Delait's skin began to glitch even more violently, expressing all her embarrassment, all that was sharp and scattered. Slenderman shifted slightly in his place. Ernest brazenly shouted, "Well, well, well!" He began rubbing his palms together, his face breaking into a sickly-sweet smile. Delait took a sharp, ambiguous breath, moving her body that had grown heavy with embarrassment, and fixed her intense gaze on the closet. Muttering discontentedly, she started walking slowly towards it. Slenderman rose from his spot. He placed his large tentacle on Delait's shoulder, softly supporting her mental state. Although Slenderman's tentacles patted the disillusioned Delait in a comforting manner, they slowly began to slide downward. Delait's textures twitched and warped with pleasant sensation, melting under the touch of Slenderman's tentacle skin. Ernest and Ted burst into quiet snickers, barely audible from near the closet. It was immediately clear to everyone. The truth was, Slenderman didn't even really know how to play spin the bottle. He had understood it in his own way. But no one could say anything anymore. And so they walked sweetly to the closet, Delait already half-melted. She closed the closet door, exhaling heavily and sharply, as if her throat were full of millions of syringes and needles. Delait: "The sooner, the better," she said almost in a whisper. Reaching out to Slenderman, who was hunched over in the cramped space, she closed her eyes and with surgical tenderness placed her palm on his hard, pale cheek. Slenderman wrapped his tentacles around Delait and kissed her on the lips. Oh, it wasn't just a kiss—it was an ANCHOR. It was thirst. It was a desperate act of marking territory, of showing who was boss here. Delait's textures contorted completely, but Slenderman's tentacles slipped under her shorts (Yes, she wears them, they're just covered by her textures too). Delait shuddered and let out a soft gasp. It was audible from outside the closet now. She felt a light, tickling sensation spreading from her heart down to her groin. Her cheeks flushed with sharper, more jagged textures as Slenderman remained lustfully silent. Turns out, Delait was already completely drunk. So she surrendered to the touch, tensing the muscles in her back in a light ecstasy as the cool tentacles entered her. They began to move slowly, tickling at first, but then it turned into pain. She started to moan softly. Those thrusts were sharp, like a knife, like a torpedo. Her whole mind was just dissolving into sensation. Up and down, again and again. Slenderman was deaf and mute, after all, and couldn't hear that he was driving Delait to the edge. Suddenly, the door of the closet where Delait and Slenderman were already indulging in carnal pleasures swung open. It was Jeff. Brazen. He said: Jeff: "Guys, you'll have to continue this later." Everyone's attention turned to the pair. Slendy and Delait, though still clothed, made it perfectly clear what was what. Everyone could see Slenderman's slightly swollen tentacles, Delait's contorted textures, and the evident climax of the two. Only Delait was grateful to Jeff. For the first time. Jeff had put a stop to it. But Slenderman had no plans to stop. She was the only girl here, so Slenderman decided to take it all out on Delait. Delait melted passionately into one last kiss; for the two of them, no one else existed anymore. But Jeff kicked Delait right in the stomach, snapping her back to reality... Then everyone approached the closet. Ernest severed the tentacles and freed Delait from Slenderman's orgasmic grip. Ernest: "This is getting sickening to watch".... **TO BE CONTINUED FOR 2 READERS!!!